-Info:
1-Drakhurn is primarily concerned with completing the ritual. His two commrades are there mainly to protect him and stall the group.

2-Drakhurn will react to any and all attacks with his own, but it will also stall/interupt the ritual ceremony when he does attack.

3-Since Drakhurn is farther away from the group, and primarily blocked/guarded by his fellow commrades, attacks against him will be reduced by 2.
-Taking down one, or both, of his commrades can and will increase the roll number against him.
-Exception is taken, of course, with magic.

-Objective: Try to Stop Drakhurn

-Begin--------------------------

-Duile-

The Half-Elf grumbled as he looked at the all too familiar face of Tileesha. "Was wondering when I'd meet you again, bitch." he said, dashing towards the demonic seductress, spear-scythe ready, attempting to pay the demonic witch back, in full, for their earlier encounter...

-GM Dice Roll: 11

Bringing his weapon down, in a wide sweeping movement, Coppermirth tried to eviscerate his feminine opponent... but she dodged backward at the last split second, thus his attack only managed to cause a slight gash upon her torso... not exactly the type of wound the half-elf intended to make.

-Tileesha-

Tileesha looked down at her new wound, poking a finger into her own blood. Inspecting it briefly, as if seeing such a thing was a new sight to her. Giggling in a very disturbing way, she proceeded to lick the blood off. "I always knew you liked it rough cuttie." she snickered, before shooting her hand out towards Coppermirth...

-GM Dice Roll: 19

Duile felt an all too familiar sensation, as pins and needles slowly crept up his body. The Half-Elf tried to get away from his curvy opponent, but found that impossible.

Soon the feeling of total paralysis overcame him, causing Duile to drop his weapon and slump down onto his knees, the vines that had been crawling up his body emerged from within his shirt and tangled around his neck and arms. His breathing was becoming labored as the thorns from these vines punctured into his skin.

Tileesha giggled again and began to rub the Half-elf along his cheek, "Good boy." she said lovingly, as her disgusting vines continued to surge forth from her legs and lower torso.

-Kilisha-

(if any of you three have any comments about this system idea... please don't be shy to tell me. e_e)

(OOC: No problems with it on my part. Looks like a handy reference if nothing else.)

Having no intention to let a tentacle scene unfold, Kilisha quickly kicked Duile's scythe back up into the air and grabbed it. Though the succubus wasn't an expert with such a weapon, she believed that she could manage well enough. As soon as it was in Lisha's hands, the weapon was swung with lethal intent at Tileesha again.

Tileesha squealed as the business end of scythe made direct contact, puncturing right into her shoulder. The sudden shock released the Half-Elf from the deadly vixen's viney grasp as the demonic seductress recoiled from the blow.

Coppermirth fell over onto the ground, his breathing raspy and slow. His eyes were starting to fog over slightly.

-Bunny-
-GM Dice Roll: 17
The usajin leaped clear over the ensuing fracas and landed right behind the two demonic creatures.

There before her stood Drakhurn, arms outstretched. "Envioos Envioos Envioos Env..." suddenly he stopped his chant, having sensed a presence and looked, no glared, over at the smaller creature. The shadow being obviously didn't like being interupted.

-Drakhurn-
Wordlessly he swept his left arm back in a sweeping motion, bringing a shadowly whip-like tentacle... a sudden extension of his arm... towards the young Bunny...

-GM Dice Roll: 15

A thunderclap erupted as the demonic sentient shadow sent the usajin flying back... right into the waiting chest of Bouregard. The dark shadow went back to his ritual...

-Bouregard-

Bunny fell down into his ready hand. Which, especially when compared to the young rabbit-creature, was quite large. He held her up in front of his grinning, sneering face.

"Noty noty lil' one. Disterbin Drakern loik that." said the towering ogre-beast as he turned back towards Bunny's commrades. Spotting the downed, and poisoned, Duile, he grinned again and lifted his tree-trunk of an arm back.

-GM Dice Roll: 6
Bunny was airborne for a few brief moments, before making impact upon Duile's left side, then careening off into the mossy ground near him and skidding across the terrain for a brief time. The Usajin was, for now, out... cold. As for Duile, the attack certainly didn't help things as they currently were. He groaned and rolled over, clutching his side. "Bu... Bunny." he gasped out, through shortened breath and clenched teeth, looking over to his fallen teammate.

The fire balls streaked through the air, burning embers of pure mystical force, heading straight towards their intended target. Drakhurn would've had no time to react, had he not been focused upon the ritual he was performing.

The fiery projectiles collided with the black shadowy mass that was Drakhurn, effectively cutting off his incantations, and knocking him over in the process.

Smoke arose from where the fireballs had hit him, but other than that he showed no other signs of injury.

But it did get his attention.

-Drakurn-
Inana could feel his dark red eyes upon her.

"Fools... one and all." he said before raising his hand into the air. In response, the rest of his shadowy mass crept forward, slithering out towards her direction as Drakhurn stayed right where he was, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Suddenly, the silky mass erupted, shattered, like pitch black stained glass, as shadowy creatures shot forward from within. Bats, Crows, Snakes, Bugs of all kinds, they all made a b-line for the mage.

-GM Dice Roll: 16

The shadow creatures hit into her with full force, striking into her body repeatedly. Inana could (possibly) feel an element of darkness with each strike into her body. A dark magic, a chaotic magic...

The force of this attack knocked her over onto her back.

Satisfied with what he had done, Drakhurn turned back to the altar, and began chanting again.

Inana fell to her back rather painfully. However, this was nowhere near enough to keep her down; she simply brought herself up again, somewhat slowly, and began to prepare yet another burst of magic, hoping to somehow deal more damage to Drakhurn...

-Duile-
As much as he hated to admit it, as much as he disliked it, Duile was pretty much useless in this state. Each attempt to move only sent more excrutiating pain coursing through his body.

Bunny was out cold, Kilisha was busy with Tileesha, and Inana was busy doing... well... something. Duile didn't know what that other person, that big ogre guy, whatever the hell his name was... was gonna do.

All he could do... was lay there... looking at Bunny's unconscious body as it laid there.

Naturally... Coppermirth was finding this to be unbearable.

-Tileesha-
Hissing, Tileesha ripped the scythe blade from her shoulder. Her cat-like eyes spoke volumes of her hatred as they glared up at Kilisha. "Who are you supposed to be?" she snarled as she got up off the ground.

Responding to her silent command, a lone vine slithered up her right arm. With speed that belied her appearance, Tileesha threw her arm forward, whipping the vine out... towards Kilisha

-GM Dice Roll: 16

the vine lashed across Kilisha's face, leaving a deep gash along the side of her head. "Didn't realize that the half-elf had such taste in women." sneered Tileesha, as she prepared more vines.

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(OOC: Had the hardest time figuring out what Duile was gonna do. Sorry for the slighy delay. Your turn Seethe.)

-GM Dice Roll: 15
Inana first felt the wind get knocked out of her body as his large hand forcefully grabbed her by the throat. Then she felt the ground beneath her feet seemingly disappear as the large ogre-like creature lifted her into the air.

"So... wer iz he darlin'?" asked Bouregard, sneering up at the inperiled Inana.

Inana choked, caught off guard by the creature seized her by the throat. The magic she had been forming quickly fizzled away as she was lifted into the air...

Any response she might've made was choked away, but even in this position, Inana had a potential ace...

As she stared at him, glare progressively spreading over her face, her eyes began to hum every so slightly... and two eyebeams shot out from her eyes towards his, hopefully landing a good deal of hurt in the process.

Bouregard had little time to react, very little to be exact. The next thing he knew, he felt a blinding searing pain in his eyes. Roaring and crying out in pain, the large orge-like beast dropped Inana as he spun around clutching his burned face. "Wot the blooday ell wus dat? Ayebaims? Stoopid lil bitch!!!" he hissed.

-Duile-
Duile is still incompacitated by Tileesha's poison, and is thus, useless to the fight until remedied of this problem.

-Tileesha-
The demonic seductress smiled as she lunged back towards the succubus, "I haven't had this much fun in decades!!" she sneered, vines already coiling around her arm as she swung it forward...

-GM Dice Roll: 11

The vines tore into Kilisha's outfit, as well as cut deep into her skin once more. The bloodstained shreds of her clothing clung to the thorns that covered Tileesha's vines.

Kilisha winced as the vines cut her skin, then glared indignantly at Tileesha's sneer. Deciding that the scythe wasn't bringing her very much luck, she dropped it to the ground in favor of weapons she knew how to use. Diving at her enemy with a feral growl, she brought her long claws out, meaning to plunge them into the evil demoness' flesh wherever she could.

Drakhurn was cut off, once again, from his incantation as he soon felt the earth beneath him begin to tremble. "What in the nine pits?" he asked, turning away from the altar once more.

Hundreds of moles soon emerged from under the dank and dying sole of Belvoken. Led by the usajin's song, they made their way to one of the circle's torches. Like a moving carpet-like mass, they swarmed around the torch and began to try and push it over.

Their efforts were not entirely in vain, as they were able to move, or wobble, the torch. But despite their best efforts, the valiant moles were not able to push the torch down.

-Drakhurn-

"Naughty little bunny. Trying to disrupt my work are we? Fine." hissed the shadow as he moved his arm forward. Inky snake-like tendrils emerged from the living darkness that was his arm.

-GM Dice Roll: 16

The tendrils shot foreward, piercing into the mass of moles, lashing into them with blade-like efficiency. The moles squeaked and squealed as Drakhurn tore into their ranks with lethal indifference.

-Bouregard-
The flesh around his eyes still sizzled, which only served to make the big demon more enraged. Bouregard could barely see the battlefield in front of him, his vision was dark and blurry.

"Ah'm gonna make ya pay fer dat yoo lil' mage bitch!" he growled as he scoured the area in search of Inana. He found what looked to be her, and raised his fists into the air. "Taim to die!!!" he roared.

-GM Dice Roll: 4

The creature's mighty fists slammed down onto the object which he suspected was the mage Inana. It WAS something... but it wasn't Inana.

It was Duile's pack.

Needless to say, it was thoroughly damaged by the merciless attack. Items, trinkets, and even articles of clothing were thrown into the air, both from the attack and from Bouregard's rage upon realizing it wasn't what he had hoped.

Inana, meanwhile, was ignoring the raging lunatic with a burning eyesight problem, favoring instead to rise slightly into the air, and attack the darkness by punching the sky.

By attacking the darkness I mean generating yet another burst of general magic, and by punching the sky I mean sending out in one big wave, against both the baddie of the hour and his circle of torches.

Time seemed to slow down as the large wave of magic energy surged forward, stopping Drakhurn in mid-slash, as he beheld this oncoming assault... headed straight for him. On top of that, his torches were in the direct line of fire. The demonic being could not help but feel an impending sense of doom as this "force wave" made it's way towards him.

Drakhurn braced for the impact... which never came. The torches jostled a bit, flickering the flames within. The most that the living shadow felt was a rush of sudden cold... which quickly subsided. He chuckled, amused at this.

Grinning, he turned back around, and continued his incantations.

-Duile-
The Half-elf laid there still, watching his teammates fight the battle while he sat there, useless. Was a not a pleasant feeling at all for Duile to experience.

Suddenly, he got a tingly feeling in his right hand, and discovered that he could move his fingers finally. Apparently the paralysis poison doesn't have a lasting effect. But this was a slow process, as his body seemed to slowly but surely awaken. It ate at what little patience there was left of the Half-Elf.

The thorns poking into Kilisha's neck made it hard to fight against the vine pulling her in. However, she did not want to get pulled in close on her enemy's terms. Pulling her knife from her belt, she hacked at the vine and tried to cut through it.

Drakhurn's incantations were disrupted by a mighty tremor within the ground. "What now???" he asked.

Cracks formed from Bunny's footprint, surging forward at a rapid pace, growing in length and in strength. The old decaying houses of Belvoken rattled and shook, some even toppling over into piles of mossy, rotten wood pieces. Creatures that dwelled within the shadows hastily scattered.

The torches shook, as the earth upon which they stood began to part, splitting into seperate formations. Drakhurn's eyes looked desperate, panicked as he watched.

Parts of the ground rose up, carrying a torch or two with it, but amazingly not knocking them over. Dust and debris rose up, blanketing the scene, and the battlefield, in a thick cloud.

When the tremors stopped, and the dust cleared... it became clear, obviously clear, that the area had been sufficiently altered, and greatly so. But... yet... the torches somehow managed to still stand... and were... for the most part, still in a semi-circle.

-Drakurn-

The bright blood red eyes pierced into Bunny, sending a chill up her spine as he walked down from the altar. "That was too close for my comfort... rabbit freak." he said, as he extended a shadowy arm outward, towards Bunny.

"You cannot stop me from my mission... you can only delay me." he hissed, as the fingers on said hand shot forward, like spears.

-GM Dice Roll: 14

The shadowy dagger-like projectiles flew towards Bunny. The next moment was a blur as Drakhurn's fingers made contact. One merely grazed her cheek, another slashed across her right arm, leaving a gash. The third stabbed her, deeply, in her left shoulder. The fourth sliced across her left calf, while the fifth merely gouged her in the stomach.

Having done sufficient damage, Drakhurn retracted his fingers back into his hand, turned back around, and continued in his incantation.

-Bouregard-

The ogre-like monstrosity turned back around, his foggy vision not helping his situation, as he scoured the area for enemies. He hoped to find that damn mage bitch and make her pay for his vision. But he wouldn't complain if he found any of her commrades and take out his rage upon them.

He squinted, he sniffed, he listened, trying to find anything that could clue him in. He then saw, feintly, a blurry blobby object lying on the ground. It was moving, or rather quivering, and that meant it was alive.

He remembered what Tileesha had done to that half-blood bastard. "Notcher lucky day eh lad?" he asked, lifting his foot up into the air.

-GM Dice Roll: 4

Duile, concentrating on his own current situation, suddenly found a large meaty foot smashing right down next to his head, mere inches away from having had his head crushed like ripe fruit. He gulped and looked up at the grinning face of Bouregard. "Holy shit." he gasped.

Bouregard cursed out loud as he realized that the blobby object was still alive.

The blast of magic collided with the backside of the Living Shadow, Drakhurn, in the middle of his work, once more. Smoke permeated from the point of contact. This obviously caused him more pain than the previous fireballs attack, as he was more hunched over and quivering abit.

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But nonetheless Drakhurn turned back around, burning holes through Inana with his fiery gaze.

"You're even more insufferable than that damned rabbit." he hissed. Within the blink of an eye he whipped his arm out once again...

-GM Dice Roll: 11

a small shadowy projectile shot forth from within his hand, or what looked like a hand. This small piece of darkness unraveled, taking the shape of a large spider as it landed right on Inana. Squealing and squeaking it began to creep along her body, towards her neck.

Content in that possibly distracting the mage, Drakhurn turned back around, back to his task.

-Duile-
Coppermirth rolled over on his stomach, thanking the heavens for having his ability to move restored once more. Only problem is, he was now facing down a large ogre-like beast... without his weapons.

Thankfully, the blundering beast had managed to scatter some of his items around the surrounding area, and by his feet just so happened to be his possible salvation.

His father's hunting knife.

With a flick of his previously useless foot, Duile had his trusty knife in hand. And with a quick, upward-sweeping arm gesture... had the knife sailing towards the upper half of Bouregard's body... predominantly near the neck and facial region...

-GM Dice Roll: 16

Despite having been temporarily disabled, Duile's aim with sure and true as the knife embedded itself firmly into Bouregard's upper shoulder/neck muscle... right above the collar bone. The blinded Bouregard bellowed in pain and agony at this sudden feeling of pain. But it only served to make the large beast more angry.

-Tileesha-

Depsite her various wounds, Tileesha seemed to only be enjoying this fight, with the succubus, more and more the longer it progressed. It was obvious that this demonic witch was just getting started.

Grinning, she lunged towards Kilisha, hands open. "Surprise!!!" she giggled as a whole group of vines surged forward, towards the Succubus...

-GM Dice Roll: 13

before she could react, Kilisha found herself bound, with Tileesha's vines coiling around both her arms and her legs, restraining the succubus.

The beautiful succubus tried desperately to get out of Tileesha's grasp... writhing and twisting as much as possible.
She could only manage to free her right arm from it's viney restraint. Tileesha was still walking towards her though.

Pain was starting to take over as Bunny struggled to remain standing. With her leg injured she could no longer use her quaking kick. She glared at Drakhurn.

"Don't think for one moment that I am out of this fight!" She said angrily. Her goal was working, more distraction the longer the ritual would take.

Bunny brought her hands up to her face and closed her eyes. Her horn began to glow. Bunny's eyes opened and narrowed, they were glowing softly.

"Come forth," Bunny said grabbing her flute and holding it into the air. "Snake King!" As Bunny began to play the light of her horn intensified.

(Beast Summoning Snake King: Lasts for one turn. The snake king is a large crimson cobra with a golden hood. The snake is poisonous and its venom has three effects. The first is blurred vision, the second is sleep, and the third is unstoppable laughter. The music is high shrill and not pleasant at all.)

The shrill, not to mention unpleasant, noise broke Drakhurn's concentration. He didn't even have to ponder upon who it was. The Shadow Being turned towards the usajin, and was met by the scaley-face of a large crimson-skinned cobra.

It had an unearthly hiss as it sized him up. But if it was meant to frighten Drakhurn, it wasn't working. He stood his ground before the giant creature.

and the mighty Snake King smashed down upon the steps of the earthen alter upon which it's prey had previous stood... nothing but a pillar of shadowy mist stood in his place.

"Interesting manuever... rabbit girl... you're just full of surprises... but I'm afraid your efforts... were... wasted." came a voice, Drakhurn's.

-Drakhurn-

The shadowy mist reformed, back into the dastardly fiend. "Don't think, for a second, that I don't know what you're doing. Or have been for that matter." said Drakhurn to the young usajin.

As her summon started to disappear, Drakhurn whipped his shadowy fist forward, as if throwing something. A sharp crack and from within his darkness came a spinning projectile... sailing towards Bunny...

-GM Dice Roll: 12

and punctured her right hand. Drakhurn chuckled as he went about his business once more.

-Bouregard-

Not even missing a beat, Bouregard brought his large fist forward...

-GM Dice Roll: 16

only to have it collide with Duile's ribcage, easily bringing the half-elf off his feet, and knocking the wind out of him... among other things...

Falling to the ground, and cradling his wounded chest, Duile could definately feel some broken ribs... as Bouregard stood over him laughing at this successul attack.

The small shadowy spider-creature exploded upon contact with the fiery burst, and as hoped, her cloak asorbed a great deal of the attack. Inana was once again free to harass Drakhurn, who was now deeper into his incantations.

Lightning crashed, and the sky darkened, even further that is, as Drakhurn continued in his spell. The torch fire shot upwards, towards the skies, bathing the battlefield in an orange-yellow glow.

-Duile-

The half-elf strained his head upwards, taking notice of the situation. "Shit." he muttered, pulling, more like forcing, himself up.

"Eh... something like that I guess." said Duile in a sarcastic tone. With a great amount of desperation, as well as pain, Duile leaped into the air, despite his wounds...

-GM Dice Roll: 15

and grabbed ahold of his knife, that was still in Bouregard's collar bone region... and just hung there... letting his weight do the rest.

The blade cut down further before knocking into the beast's collar bone, where it slide out a bit, but not before the half-elf's knife was able to still slice through the skin of his chest, down to his stomach. This left quite the mark upon the large brute. There was a large cut down his front, not that deep, (cept for the near-gaping wound near his collar bone) but still painful.

Bouregard howled in pain, holding his bloody wound with a large hand. "Oh ya haf-blooded bastard!!!!" screamed Bouregard, getting quite tired of these people continuously getting the better of him.

-Tileesha-

"Oh yes... please struggle more sweety." giggled Tileesha as she held the succubus within her grasp. As she brushed a hand down Kilisha's face, more vines coiled about her, wrapping around her body. Tileesha was enjoying this, both as humilation for her opponent, and for her own twisted pleasures.

"I think I like you more than that silly half-elf." she said, smirking as she petted the succubus.

As Tileesha petted her, Kilisha wondered if her right arm's freedom had gone unnoticed. Already indignant and more than a little disturbed about the situation, though, the succubus didn't question what seemed to be her only opportunity to act at the moment. With the knife still in her hand, she took a sudden, desperate stab at her captor, going straight for the throat.

Kilish hit right on the mark, and her knife penetrated Tileesha's throat. The demonic seductress had not noticed this at all, having let her more... intimate desires, cloud her judgement.

Oily black blood oozed forth from the wound, as Tileesha gurgled and sputtered, trying to talk. Her eyes though spoke of pain, surprise, and hurt... as her vines slowly relinquished their hold on the succubus.

Tileesha fell down upon her knees, looking up at Kilisha, as blood poured from her mouth and neck. Tileesha looked like a child that had just lost something, as she slumped over onto her side.

-Tileesha: Dead

Drakhurn paid this no heed, as he continued in his incantations, speaking words that seemed to have no recognizeable tongue. The skies darkened further and a large red spot appeared on the moon, as it was still aligned with the sun. The red spot soon turned into a swirl, slowly rotating in the darkness of the moon's "shadow."

The Obelisk began to glow a bright luminescant green.

Soon.... very soon....

A small cubic portion at the front of the stone altar began to move forward.

Bunny was breathing hard and her head was starting to ache from the use of her power.

Bunny limped forward. She took a deep breath and began to play her healing song. She wasn't about to give up. She glared at Drakhurn and smiled.

"I am not a rabbit!" She said in a voice that was almost not her own. Anyone who knew her could hear the anger that was so out of place for her. "I AM. . . " She slid her foot forward as her odd energy began to swirl around her. "I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY!" Her eyes flashed as she started to focus. Her ears also reflected her anger as they pointed out strait behind her.

"I am a sister to dragons," she said calmly as her energy flickered. "Brother. .," her breath labored as she tried to focus. "Brother Crim!" Bunny shouted loudly. The energy around her shout from her horn into the sky.

(This may or may not work. Bunnies energy is low and if it does work she will most likely be knocked out for a turn or two. Crim is Bunnies brother (they are the same age) for more info on Crim check out Crim. Crim is a fire dragon.

The energy pierced the sky, but Bunny's body could not withstand the strain, as well as the prolonged use of her powers... and collapsed.

-Drakhurn-

The shadow turned towards Bunny, as if just now taking notice of her attempt. "You are quite the remarkable little pest. If it were any other lifetime, any other circumstances... I'd admire your courage. But this.... THIS has gone on for too long..." he said.

-GM Dice Roll: 11

Callously, and without hesitation, Drakhurn abruptly kicked the unconscious usajin, sending her sliding across the ground, and past the ring of torches.

The small cubic formation finally stopped, right next to Drakhurn. It was a compartment, and inside... was a knife. A very ornate one at that. Without a word, and without a second's thought... Drakhurn pulled the knife out.

-Bouregard-

He hurt, that was quite obvious, and bleeding badly. These outsiders were more powerful and cunning than he had first believed, especially the half-blood he was currently facing.

But he hadn't forgotten the mage, oh no... far from it. His vision still wasn't 100%, though it was alot better than it had been initially following Inana's attack. His blood boiled as he peered over at her, finally spotting her position.

With that... he made his move...

-GM Dice Roll: 16

Grabbing Coppermirth, who was in no shape to adequately resist at this point, (though he tried), the towering brute then flung him at his teammate, the one known as Inana, the magic-user.

"oh shi-" was all that escaped Duile's lips as he collided with his commrade, sending them both crashing to the ground. Duile's injured and fragile state was only increased, and the only indication that he was still alive was the fact that he was breathing. But as of right now he was of no use to anyone...

Inana was relatively ok as well, or as ok as one could be, after all they've been through up to this point. But she wasn't knocked out, as was obviously hoped for by Bouregard. (I'll let End elaborate more upon this, if he so feels inclined to, don't have to though.)

That still didn't stop the brutish beast from making his way over towards them, chuckling as usual. "Gotcha thot toim BITCH!!!" he growled.

Inana didn't have time to see it coming, but she certainly felt the half-elf's form smashing into hers, and once they had both crashed to the ground, she took a few moments to get her thoughts back into order. She looked to Duile, and carefully set him on the ground, perhaps filing a thought away concerning healing his wounds...

But for now, there was business to be taken care of, at least in the form of the monster that was approaching them. Inana allowed a glare to form on her face as she once again focused a bit of energy between her eyes... and attempted to once more fire twin eyebeams, this time aiming towards one of the monster's kneecaps, hoping to debilitate one of its legs. Reducing its functionality would make it weaker, and thus, make the overall goal at hand easier...

The eyebeams connected with what was Bouregard's right kneecap, or once was. Bouregard roared in pain as flesh, bone, and muscle burned. Within seconds, the big brute-ish creature toppled over onto the ground. "Yoo stinkun bitch witcher dam oibeams!!!!" he bellowed, clutching a wounded knee.

Bouregard wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

The Half-Elf coughed as he slowly got up...

-Drakhurn-
Drakhurn raised the knife into the air, reciting more and more of his incantations. "Il Vasto kem-dalin aronso klatu verde verata, ikthultu nikto. The sleeper shall awaken!" he cried, and in response to that, the skies erupted with lightning, releasing untold measures of power and energy that could be felt, by all the different types of magic-users, through out all of Gaera. The condition of the skies alone were noticeable to everyone else.

"Igthoth Soday Trillia Soday VASTO!!!!" he bellowed, and the knife glew with an unholy green light.

He turned to the warriors who sought to stop him. "You see now? This was pre-ordained to occur. Your fight was in vain." he said as he leaned over one of the children, the boy, knife poised to strike.

Seeing the glow of the blade, Kilisha started working frantically to get herself untangled from the dead vines even though she knew she wouldn't have time to stop the knife from striking. Tears were streaming down her face as she felt a cold panic gripping her stomach and despair gripping her heart. They had been so close to saving those children and stopping whatever the demon at the altar was about to unleash, but it had all been for nothing.